Mythicfantasy Stories

In the icy shadows of Wintermer Palace, forgotten princess Isrya uncovers a rare kindred bond-only for betrayal to hurl her into the claws of the brutal Dragon King Drakor as a sacrificial bride. Their explosive union teeters between hatred and hidden fire.

Once a devoted monk, now exiled and nameless, Sanwu walks through the ruins of a world he helped break. Branded The Unbound, haunted by dreams that aren't his own, he alone hears the bells that no longer ring. When a girl with a cursed spirit crosses his path, and a child who whispers to ghosts begins to follow, Sanwu finds himself at the heart of a growing storm. Relic hunters chase echoes of power. A death cult rises in the ashes. And the War God he once released threatens to rise again. To stop it, Sanwu must sacrifice more than his past. He must decide if redemption is worth becoming no one at all. A quiet, spiritual fantasy about memory, guilt, and the weight of names. When the bells call again, will he answer? A Korean-inspired dark fantasy.

Seraxa Nightthorn is the daughter of Hell's king-raised to conquer, born to destroy. Instead, she saves the ones her world would burn. When her defiance draws the attention of Arael, an archangel sworn to erase her kind, heaven and hell collide in ways neither realm prepared for. As ancient laws fracture and war looms on every horizon, Seraxa is forced to choose between the throne she was born to claim and the light she was never meant to touch. This is a story about choice over destiny, mercy over obedience, and what happens when light refuses to let go of the dark.

Defying the gods was never meant to be survived. Elowen chose love over obedience, and heaven answered with fire. The divine watchers are no longer content to observe. The laws she broke now demand payment - not just from her, but from everyone she touched. As the veil between past and present begins to tear, Elowen's former life resurfaces in fragments of blood and prophecy. The truth of who she was - and what she once promised the gods - threatens to destroy the future she's fighting for. Bound by fate, hunted by heaven, and standing on the edge of war, Elowen must decide how much she is willing to lose for defiance. Because some rebellions don't end in victory. They end in consequence. ✨ A slow-burn dark fantasy romance filled with divine punishment, forbidden love, and the price of choosing yourself.

A Men, Djinn and Angels story. There is a pit in the Devachanic Realm that does not sleep. It hums. It remembers. It calls. When Agaliarept answers that call, he discovers something no djinni was meant to touch-an echo of creation. But some echoes are not meant for ears. And some discoveries should not be uncovered. As ancient powers stir and the balance of realms begins to fracture, one choice will ignite a war that reshapes eternity.

A child born with a reversed Vein-mark begins to fracture Astra's world of shadows, proving that neither light nor darkness wins - only truth remains.

A fairy-tale-esque short story, which deliberately adopts folklore-like writing, using personified cosmic forces to explore love as mutual illumination rather than possession. No placement, but this tale has gotten a 95/100 in the Triquetra Awards Short Story category!

Flip Sable is twelve, living in Sionisp-a territory where winter forces its people to migrate or die, and the woods are ruled by things no one names out loud. Life is quiet, tense, and fragile, held together by family routines and unspoken fear. When the season turns and the final migration begins, Flip finds themself caught between responsibility and instinct, faith and doubt, childhood and something far less forgiving. As the journey unfolds, strange signs, uneasy encounters, and old beliefs begin to press in. Flip must navigate a world shaped by gods, loss, and survival where watching, listening, and remembering may matter just as much as strength. INSPIRATION: Attack On Titan, Greek mythology, Warrior Cats

Aeralune is a living world sustained by emotion, memory, and balance. When its people heal, the world thrives. When grief festers, the land fractures. For centuries, its survival has rested in the hands of three guardians who walk unseen among the realms. Zoom, a healer whose warmth mends both body and spirit, believes compassion is Aeralune's last hope. Frostwyn, bound to ancient duty and ice-cold restraint, hears the world's sickness before it speaks. And Kael, bearer of living fire, feels every sorrow Aeralune carries even the one he has never healed within himself. As floating cities falter and entire islands begin to decay, the Seraphim Ark calls them toward a truth long avoided: Aeralune is not dying from external war or corruption. It is unraveling from unreleased grief. To save the world, the guardians must confront the wounds they have hidden behind power, duty, and silence. But healing Aeralune may demand something none of them are prepared to give the surrender of what they have been protecting most. Because in Aeralune, holding on too tightly is just as dangerous as letting go. And the world can no longer endure their masks.

Legends of the Tidewake Pod Tales and Lore of the Pacific and Atlantic Tidewake Pods I was born Naelira of the Nereids-princess, sister, heir to a pod that trusted fear more than it trusted love. When my sister chose a human man, our people panicked. They saw her choice as betrayal... and soon, they saw me the same way. So they cast me out. Exile should have ended my story. Instead, it began the chronicle humans would one day call Legends of the Tidewake Pod. The Tidewake pod found me drifting between currents and offered what my own people never had-refuge, purpose, belonging. To honor them, and to bury the girl the Nereids rejected, I took a new name: Nyelith. Watcher of the Tidewake. Keeper of the old songs. Guardian of a prophecy older than the Ocean Giant War itself. I fought beside the Tidewake as if I had been born to them. I survived the fall of the Pacific pod. I followed the survivors across the world to a quiet place humans call Calypso Bay, Florida, where the Atlantic pod rebuilt what we had lost. There, I witnessed another story unfold- a brave young man named James, a Tidewake girl named Sephira whose heartbeat carried echoes of my sister, and a love that reminded me of the one I never allowed myself to claim. And Samuel... the human who saw me not as myth, but as a woman. He wrote my memories in his journal, turning my truth into the folklore that would one day be known as Whispers of the Tidewake. For generations, I have watched from the deep. Waiting. Listening. Knowing the prophecy would rise again. Before the Tideborne Saga begins, this is the story of the pod we lost, the exile who chose to stay, and the tide that never forgets. I am Nyelith. I remember. And the tide remembers with me.

This chapter introduces Vael'Tharos, the primordial consciousness of gravity itself-an eternal, unmoving force that predates gods and civilizations. He does not conquer through wrath, but through inevitability, shaping mountains, oceans, and empires with fractional increases of unseen pressure. Watching the rise of cores, kings, and divine limits with detached curiosity, he reveals that all power exists within his field. Yet one anomaly unsettles the stillness-Drogan, who, upon brushing the Third Core, pushes back against the weight. For the first time in ages, gravity leans closer, not in anger, but in interest.

Five years after being declared dead, a powerful sorcerer returns during his own memorial-dragged back into a war older than history and a life that no longer has space for him. Bound to secrets, watched by gods and organizations alike, he survives by keeping distance from everything human. Until one quiet night in a convenience store. She is ordinary in a world of monsters. He is anything but. Yet in the stillness after fire and violence, something fragile begins to grow-something that doesn't demand power, only presence. In a story where cities burn, legends fly, and souls refuse to stay anchored, love becomes the only place where everything finally stops.

Follow the journey of a Witch, a girl named Naomi, and the consequences of their fortuitous meeting. This is a draft in progress that once completed will be edited and finalised, as such I am more than open to any feedback and thoughts as It progresses. I sincerely hope you enjoy the story!

For three hundred years, the sky above Vaelor has been cursed-ashen, wounded, and empty of stars. But Lysa has always heard something hidden inside it: a lonely song calling through the clouds. When a beautiful stranger made of starlight falls from the heavens, she learns the truth. Cael is one of the buried stars, trapped by an ancient curse that stole the night from the world. As the prison in the sky begins to break, Lysa and Cael fall into a love neither earth nor heaven was meant to hold. To free the stars, they must risk everything-but some loves are written to burn, even when they cannot last.

**THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT PREVIEW ONLY** (Part of The Spectrum Chronicles, companion series to the Whispers of Nowhere trilogy). There are those who have lived for millennia, who have seen mankind and the world around them go through all manner of change: The ingenuity of invention, of artistry and architecture, the rise and fall of empires... Forneus has seen all this and more. A concentrated mass of ether given conscious form, Forneus is gifted with much: Power. Magic. Near-immortality. Gifts bestowed upon all daemon kind, entities serving as intermediaries between gods and man-a role which Forneus has faithfully carried out over the centuries. From a precocious child who once sought out all manner of mischief, to the guardian who protected a young girl and her world from oblivion, Forneus has experienced much in over nine-hundred years of life, has fought more battles than he can count. Now a new threat is on the rise, one that endangers the Spectrum itself-and one Forneus has been to chosen to lead the assault against. But before he can do that, he must first learn the truth about these attacks, must heed the warnings from an old comrade he has long thought dead for many centuries... And one whom just might hold the key to the Spectrum's salvation.

In a world forgotten by time, two lost souls, Kael and Elowyn, are drawn to an ancient forest where the earth whispers and the winds carry untold power. With no names and no past, they are guided by the forest's magic, awakening a deep, ancient connection that transforms them. As they journey through forgotten ruins and face the mysteries of their fate, they discover that even those lost to the world can become part of something greater-something alive. Together, they must learn to embrace their newfound power and their place in a destiny written in the stars.

The gods knew Ragnarök was inevitable. What lay uncertain was the new world that would rise from its ashes. In New Midgard, not everyone believed in the old gods. To unbelievers, they were just legend and nothing more. I knew better. It was only centuries later that unbelievers became believers when news of children possessing godly powers reached word to the Empire. Threatened by their abilities, King Starbringer passed a new law which forced others like me to go into hiding. After an encounter with the Empire's Guard, I am told to find the rest of the Twelve before the Empire can. But first, I need to return the Allcron Stone, a safeguard of the gods powers, to it's rightful place in the roots of Yggdrasil. The World Tree. The Empire won't stop searching until they have all Twelve of us. And we know that their mission will be futile without the Allcron Stone. Restoring it is our only hope.

*Completed* "Before legends are carved in stone... they are forged in storms, in blood, and in choices no child should ever face." The tale begins on the night the skies themselves broke open, when a celestial-dark storm bled light and shadow over the Solarium Bastion. In its wake, the Order of Luminar discovered an infant wrapped in silver cloth... and a newborn dire wolf pup curled against him, refusing to be moved. That child was Divuad. That wolf was Freya. And destiny had already bound them tighter than soulsteel. Raised within the sacred halls of the Order, young Divuad trains, struggles, and rises through the ranks as strange powers awaken beneath his skin-powers even the Elders whisper about behind closed doors. Freya, once a small silver pup, grows into a fierce guardian, sensing every flicker of the ancient force that stirs within her bonded companion. As shadows creep across Aurelion Crestfall, Divuad faces the horrors no Initiate should ever confront: Lower Abyssal entities stalk the wilds, secrets buried beneath the Solarium itself, and the prophecy that hints he may be the final thread between salvation and oblivion. With Freya at his side, fury, and loyalty incarnate, the boy steps onto a path far larger than his years. This is not merely the story of how a hero is born. It is the story of how the last of an ancient lineage begins to awaken. If you dare follow his footsteps... then open the pages. The storm is only beginning. - Odric Shadowrend Ranger. Chronicler. Watcher of the Riftborne's rise.

A tale from the forgotten chapter of Themyscira. In an age when Themyscira stood unchallenged-radiant, eternal, and guided by the gods-Amazon scout Alcinoe believed her future would be shaped only by honor, sisterhood, and the unbreakable peace of their hidden paradise. But peace can fracture in silence. When unsettling omens ripple through the island and a stranger washes ashore carrying warnings of a rising darkness, Alcinoe finds herself drawn into a widening rift among her own people. As tensions sharpen into division and ancient oaths begin to unravel, she must confront the terrifying truth that even paradise can bleed... and that some battles are fought not by steel, but by the choices of the heart. With Themyscira's fate poised on the edge of myth and memory, Alcinoe is forced to walk a path where loyalty, courage, and sacrifice become the only weapons strong enough to face what comes next. Before history remembered the Amazons-there was the age they tried to forget.

Set in the mythical past of the ancient far east, a humble day laborer-turned-assassin tries to endure a night of suffering in the smouldering ruins of his destroyed town.